He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 141

Theresia had pretty much stopped caring, but as soon as she heard the name Heart of the Ocean, her attention snapped right back to the stage.

Under those bright lights, the blue sapphire sparkled in a way that made it impossible to look away. It was the size of a palm, and people said its heart shape hadn’t been cut or polished at all. It just grew that way. That’s why the designer called it Heart of the Ocean.

The auctioneer kept going, his tone getting softer, almost reverent. “The Heart of the Ocean was the last gift Alan, the designer, gave his wife before he died. Some people call it a confession of a lifetime. Not long after Alan passed, his wife followed him, wearing this very jewel when she left the world behind.”

It was one of those tragic love stories that got under your skin, the kind Theresia couldn’t help but envy just a little. She wondered what it would feel like to be loved so much that you’d want to follow someone into the afterlife.

Maybe for Alan’s wife, there was nothing left to miss. Alan was gone, so the world meant nothing anymore. All she wanted was to catch up with him, wherever he’d gone.

Theresia remembered the first time she saw an article about the jewel in a magazine. She’d been newly married to Lawrence then, curled up in his arms, and she’d told him, half-joking, half-serious, that if he ever died before her, she’d go with him, just like Alan’s wife.

Back then, Theresia really did love Lawrence. She thought he’d saved her from her own darkness. She had no clue that all of it was a lie.

He didn’t love her. In fact, he was the one who’d pushed her even deeper into the shadows.

On stage, the Heart of the Ocean caught the light, and Theresia stared at it, her brow knitting together.

Then the auctioneer said, “This Heart of the Ocean was donated by Mr. Lawrence Lee. The bidding will now begin…”

Lawrence?

He’d had the Heart of the Ocean all along?

Theresia’s brows drew together, her face turning pale.

Next to her, Farris leaned in. “You like it?”

She answered quietly, “I used to. Not anymore.”

Farris crossed one leg over the other, leaning closer with a teasing smile. “This is the last item tonight. If I don’t get it, my mom’s going to kill me.”

Farris gaped at her for a second. “That much?”

She turned to him, her look serious. “Do you trust me?”

He grinned and patted his chest. “Of course. For you, I’d risk everything.”

He raised his paddle and called out, “Twenty million!”

A shocked gasp swept through the room, the auctioneer included. Was he out of his mind? Just like that, twenty million?

Almost immediately, Lawrence’s calm voice rang out from the back. “Fifty million.”

Now, the whole room was beyond stunned.

Farris’s eyebrows shot up. This time, he didn’t wait for Theresia. He looked right at Lawrence, a challenge in his eyes, and called out, “Sixty million.”